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• "On the Idea of Honor" "On the Idea of Honor"

  • From: Sparda
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    Across Eastern Seas,  rests the mountain tomb.
    Itchy fingers try to wisk it's existence from prying eyes.
    The shepard had lost his mind in hazy days.
    Do not fear, you will catch me by noon's brazen call.
    
    Elder wizards desire a nasty kiss.
    Concealing their nasty crime is most important.
    Across Eastern Seas, rests the mountain tomb.
    
    When viewing mortal sin, Gaia remains speechless.
    Zeus is a grumpy god, always working towards exhaustion.
    What is it, that holds your tongue?
    It's certainly no cat!!
    The shepard had lost his mind in hazy days.
    
    In prime lands, there exists a savage lord.
    He has chinese eyes, and wears a cherokee headdress.
    Under his rule, beggers are brought into the streets and slain.
    Across Eastern Seas, rests the mountain tomb.
    Do not fear, You will catch me by noon's brazen call.

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Wasp on the Prospect of Love" "Wasp on the Prospect of Love"

  • From: Sparda
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    Blue septer wings, blaze like a mirage in sight.
    Mrs. yellow and black, swoops down
    from high trees, like a king fisher with
    it's target in sight.
    Striking in pairs of two, she
    smacks em silly with leather and lace.
    Leggy wings, swing their masculine thighs,
    bringing to attention a twenty-one gun salute!
    Men's trousers harden as fast as diamond beaks, and they
    blush, but hide it behind calculating eyes.
    If divinity had a form, she would be its laser
    cannon of doom. She makes them swoon and spoon
    while they fly through wettened plains.
    Dream, dream ,dream, a naughty place!
    Mrs. Wasp takes men's pleasure, like Hitler
    valued treasure.
    On the prospect of love, they are lost.
    She'll sting their crotch, before they wake.

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Shuttle Train" "Shuttle Train"

  • From: Sparda
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    "Shuttle Train"                        Ryan Hyatt
    
    
    Remembering cylclamatic
    tragedies, sweeping heart sinks
    outside integral flower gardens.
    
    Blinking lights filled up genocide's block,
    and I was heading back to manic melodies,
    caught in a lost child's playchest.
    
    It was midnight's telling cry that
    shook me from rocky, icy slumber.
    Through a jagged crack in the wooden post,
    moonlight had never looked
    so lucid or beautiful, But the dogs
    had caught us.
    Wasn't it over already?
    Aside from the occasional stifling shout, or
    freedom push, the skull train kept rolling down
    the tracks. Our destination? A segregated community
    of cracked heads and cherry red nightmares.
    
    Stripped skeletons spilled from midnight's
    closet, gathering with them as they fell, portals
    into a future mind. History's pages
    read to Youthful souls, the terror, the tragedy, and the joker.
    This is how we know who you are.

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Ashen Ember" "Ashen Ember"

  • From: Sparda
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    "Ashen Ember" Ryan Hyatt
    
    
    Filling, smokey, skies enter
    through a november task.
    My fated medium is fire.
    By a burning pyre, I stood
    watching oak and maple
    leaves crumble into a catatonic state.
    
    The Blue Bird struck three
    A Giant's crackling head rose from
    the ground, shaking trees all around.
    He speaks in silence, his written creed,
    born to lead those who number in ten.
    I gazed deeper into this mountain tomb, and
    the giant seemed freed from it's cold autumn
    cell, freed to ring ghastly black bells once more.
    
    
    In the hickory scent, all seemed well, but
    as I looked closer still, I thought the giant an angel.
    It grimaced at a winged cancer.
    I knew this was the moment when the bound would
    soon perish, following a collapse of their center.
    Beating hearts sat in steely silence.
    Aged romance and rotted lust, sat sniffing at my feet.
    Several gilded wonders sank into ashen earth, taking with
    them, the seceret of sleep.
    
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  • 4 years ago
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• "Cracked Unity" Non-Fiction "Cracked Unity" Non-Fiction

  • From: Sparda
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    "Cracked Unity"                 Ryan Hyatt
    
    
    An end of Cataclysm
    marked a return of starved
    irreversible fleets
    I saw within craggy mists that
    we poor and desolate walked in black
    towards valhalla's sect
    we were only outsiders
    devouring plants and drinking valleys
    
    Last rites became solidified
    and we stiffened at their calling
    you had passed onwards
    out into sun strewn fields
    atleast I hope you did
    I hope you knew me well enough
    Shall the hands not rust? and the mind
    not make a fuss?
    
    Gigantic hands of clock and watch
    kept time with our anguished state
    I wept not for the flowers in your
    hair, but for the strange magic
    I found in the whispered solution
    Feeling as if some epiphony
    had suddenly unveiled itself
    the paranoid silence brought about
    a realization between us
    
    Shadow and his twin began to spin
    silken webs all throughout the house
    Somewhere in rolling hills, rested my premature eyes
    Wisdom ceased to impress
    Gratitude Nevertheless
    My right arm ached, burning and burning
    as I carried the bronze bed to the new home
    Here you shall rest
    until angels cry out
    and demons weep
    we were all silent
    feeling a longing at our core
    Summer prospered under this
    day of celebratory bliss
    
    
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  • 4 years ago
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• "Caged Child of Dusk" poem "Caged Child of Dusk" poem

  • From: Sparda
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    Deep in myrid Jungles
    there is always a creature
    wrapped in a heart of silicon
    and aluminum
    they the people of the state feed him
    hearts
    and
    minds
    Tribesmen scream
    and run when they see
    that he has
    lost thier spirit and soul again
    forgetting that gold
    is a mainstay of
    average men
    this is true of modern diciples
    and attractions
    Their sacrificial temple is blue
    full of electricity and blood
    it's what they crave
    until they are gone
    resting underneath a black sunrise
    On chilly nights
    no one is let into eternal whirlpools
    lest they be soon engorged on
    monetary gains
    Empires have fought over the trophies
    and rewards that this ancient society brings
    with it on the ocean's swift wave
    and the creature they worship
    as a god but in reality
    he is a lonely starved beast
    another shifted child of the dusk
    crowned beyond his years

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Phoenix Brain Splatter" Insi "Phoenix Brain Splatter" Inside a Borderline Manic Episode

  • From: Sparda
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    An uninterrupted stream of thought!!! It is a visual word world that blossoms before me.

    Stepping on cracks and
    breaking bones
    Killing devil
    taking you down into
    heated microwaves
    The sewwing man sews
    than glows
    in the night's hostility
    Our name is Legion
    for we are many
    and we are slim
    and sly
    we murder on the fly
    on islands
    predators live eating up
    dinosuar eggs
    the keen powers of perception
    are in a jar filled with dirty snow
    It says there is a future for us yet
    but this is just a half truth
    on board a short bus
    Soon toxic fumes will seep
    from a baby's mouth
    maybe going south?
    but there is no rythem here
    not today
    your mother left yesterday
    and today she came back
    Hiding secerets from father
    strip it down sister!
    rub master the wrong way
    and curses come from caves
    at night
    World war three sits
    begging at my knees
    and we find people
    standing at bridges
    in wintertime
    they break up ice
    and kill some mice
    then the mice run through
    new tunnels made of
    cardboard animal skulls
    But what is it?
    exactly?
    You might remember
    the ancients spoke of a
    phoenix bird
    it would fly up into the mayan
    temples and demand sacrifice
    breathing in the spheres of
    romance
    but it ripped out their hearts
    and ate their brains
    all in due time
    the faction will shine red
    The bird rests in ashes for now
    soon beasts will perfect
    the perfect crime inside
    of criminally insane wars

    ..................................................

     

     

     

     

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  • 4 years ago
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• "A Fistful of Christianity" Po "A Fistful of Christianity" Poem/Lyrics

  • From: Sparda
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    Heathen An adherent of a Neopagan religion that seeks to revive the religious beliefs and practices of the ancient Germanic peoples.
    
    
    "A Fistful of Christianity" By: Ryan Hyatt
    
    
    I am the melting heathen
    with a stone cold stare
    eyes of old pierce
    the sky
    adversity is in perfect timing
    with the skull creep's howl
    from diamond infused cliffs
    a galaxy's glow
    is a criminal
    to the modern day slave
    of insanity's caves
    a fistful of christianity is
    what I've served to you
    poison
    poison
    poison
    to your sinner's hyde
    in your mind
    there's nothing alive
    jesus christ died for free
    devils bleed internally
    by the might of the troll's fist
    and the stare of the gorgon mistress
    you breath
    living living
    in your frightful
    hole
    packed to the full
    go back
    back in time
    he is slewn to the cross
    with the least impunity
    the snake
    the forefather sits
    watching this play
    but its the greatest failure
    to watch in his time
    this is you
    reflected on the mirror's
    child
    stop thrashing
    stop denying
    stop running
    beware of the one with the Ivy stare
    of German descent
    I haunt your darkest dreams
    with a portal into the past
    I see all that will come to fruition
    I serve you with your fistful of
    christianity

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Roastbeef Sandwich" Furious s "Roastbeef Sandwich" Furious spontanious Poetry

  • From: Sparda
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    Then there was what I know to be a partial soaring of thoughts
    bringing on a gratifying red luna moon flight of preposterous
    translucent Proportions I just ate a roast beef Sandwich
    swimming in a pool of squirming human feces and sugar coated
    butterfly wings.
    HEY!! get the wrench and beat the monkey over the back!!
    Bring him down into tartar sauce land the land of dead greeks and mystical freaks
    Sordid Mines and empty chimes lie in the locked heart of yours truly
    Blind mime girl walked into the flames never coming back from the doorway
    The whore is underway
    construction is as scheduled the men say she'll be grand
    purple heavy laiden under star filled skies
    green putred thighs
    swallow down the dark elixer
    and be resurrected into this trying time of
    salted skeletons and exhaulted kings
    Bring back the shamans into this lightened era
    BRing em back to taste the bloody flesh souls
    A chainlink fence is as sharp as a razor's edge
    golden, red, green, orange and pink spirals
    filled my head
    forcing me to see in black hues
    anger marks the end of an Epic film
    involving peasant children
    Hailing from an unknown land
    I am that man
    designated to kill all designed to thrill
    those of us who are weak into submission
    Substitute your mind for an empty frame
    a state of grace in fields of spontanious copulations
    Don't scratch that name into the sand
    It'll stand for a moment
    only to be washed away under her movements of destitute
    illusion
    keys and more keys fill our star
    full of fattened glee
    and peach pie
    miss me
    you missed me passing you
    along the avenue
    chaos is what I lick off of your body
    chaos is what I bring forth
    from the dampened ground
    CROWN OUR NEW KING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
    Long live Desolation and his son
    ignorant cave man creature
    The King
    his name is Advertisimo
    ad he'll be here like hell
    for the time being
    I am fleeing to a locked country
    wrapped in golden spiral death hound chains
    Reminded by silly gains and measures of space
    and time and eternity
    all in the width of a dime
    I am a mime not that blind
    Bulldoze my head
    Bulldoze my head
    Bulldoze my head
    Make me into a clown
    belonging to a legion of demonkind

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  • 4 years ago
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• "I'm not for Sale" "I'm not for Sale"

  • From: Sparda
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    Velvet dreams.
    defying controlling theme
    monsters
    
    Velvet dreams,
    the key to bringing back
    sensless passions to
    a mechanically supreme
    dissillusioned psyche
    
    mother and father
    play at their own
    fixed level
    accepting every falsehood
    as cold hard truth
    I'm not for sell
    never yours
    I'm not for sell
    into their wartime debachery
    
    So what the hell did you believe?
    Spoken with a heavy lead tongue?
    Seeing everything as is
    never pissing into the wind
    or questioning the mechanics
    and the lawyers
    and the doctors
    
    Velvet dreams,
    eating up fleshy lunches
    realizing it is a fluke
    to think things are so solid
    and defined to an era
    of your childhood
    all the rapists run free
    
    
    Velvet dreams,
    the dying breed
    everything's inauthentic
    oversaturated with grime
    and guts
    all wrapped up in a candy shell
    set down low
    for you and me

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Golden Glamour" goes with the "Golden Glamour" goes with the painting)

  • From: Sparda
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    "Golden Glamour" 
    
    
    Look at me! Look at me Money man!
    and save me From the murder on the moon
    I am just a simpleton here
    Sent to this world to demolish all the heartless phantom men
    Would you be me?
    I certainly have my work cut out for me!
    I don't like you much
    That green papery shit kills more than it heals
    I don't trust it
    money man, money man
    You see yourself on the face of darkness
    up in space somewhere high
    where brothers don't spy
    See a murder on the fly
    A mechanical Testimony to the insanity of us
    fucking robots will overun the earth!!
    and hook up devices to our dicks and pussies!!!!!!!
    and they'll suck the cum from us 
    implanting it into the real matrix
    then we'll really be desensitized!!
    It is because of People like you Money Man!!!!!!
    Don't catch me when I'm down and out
    you'll really think I'm bonkers!! 
    I say AGAIN! A Golden glamour is Love
    seen from inside the darkened Cavity
    Hence the meaning behind my soul
    just a product of generation-X
    a soul who has been under the pill
    What is the meaning behind your Soul?
    silence from you
    Write me off!!! why dontcha!!
    thats what you always do to my type
    I'm not stupid!!!
    I can see through each and every screen!!!
    straight down into the shit and maggot encrusted bottom!
    GET TO THE POINT!!!
    hop to it!!!!!!!!!
    Nevermind all the needless voices!!!
    You know what you want!!
    to fuck endlessly!!
    all day all night
    you want a missile straight up the asshole
    but you suppress it money man
    Here we are again
    but you're not here
    you're over there in an ignorant stare
    Caught up in a murder on the moon
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  • 4 years ago
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• "Conveniant Jesus" initial ins "Conveniant Jesus" initial inspiration for Golden Glamour painting

  • From: Sparda
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    "Conveniant Jesus" Ryan Hyatt
    
    What would jesus do?
    A cross falls from the sky
    it hits me in the thigh
    and I realize that the
    smiling creature is me!
    sitting in the rib cage's
    darkened cavity

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Trashland Serial Killer" "Trashland Serial Killer"

  • From: Sparda
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    Trashland Serial kIller"                        Ryan Hyatt

    
    
    Spirit paper thin
    a premeditated
    crime
    cut down to size
    Prophets will mezmerize
    him and jepardize him
    Demons flew above the tower
    into sequicial mind sweeping
    chaos
    about time he boarded the train
    to nowhere again
    In particular the killer isn't a slave
    of permanence
    you asked him to meditate
    or was it medicate?
    shoes muddy and bruised
    worn thin by time
    time and time again
    end a leathery blood thirst
    Years and years go bust
    Secret childhood's
    stolen by a chemical thief
    from his own head
    quick cover up your prints!!
    police will arrive soon
    let me ask you a few questions
    Did you see the demons fly over
    that tower to the southeast?
    Did you murder her?
    Where were you that day?
    Angels were present at the moment
    of conception
    I remember them as having
    crystalline eyes!
    do you want me to show you how
    I did it?
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  • 4 years ago
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• "Undead Mayan Apocalypse" "Undead Mayan Apocalypse"

  • From: Sparda
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    Devil's wings and flightless birds
    the whole globe spins in fire
    Fuck me when dead
    I'm afflicted by the modern day
    Average man
    An agent of black magic
    roams the countryside in sinful pose
    His breathing skeleton hands
    bring forth many slumbering corpses
    The undead punch through dry death's
    embrace and look anew
    towards a black sunrise
    The fuck machine flipped upside down
    nothing can be certain
    Memories of sacrificed flesh
    tumble from the opening of the mouth
    Temples spring back up from
    their suffocating tombs
    and glow red once again!!!
    up the steps I creep and crawl
    Jesus Christ rejected me
    I am the Modern day average Man
    Stigmata in my hand
    My limbs crack and creak
    it's been so long!!!!
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  • 4 years ago
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• "An Ocean of Dreams" "An Ocean of Dreams"

  • From: MarkSeanOrr
  • Description:

    Below is my first album cover for the great German musician/composer Achim Wiederschem of Nordrhein-Westfalen Germany. Achim a.k.a. Mindmovie is a contemporary/electonica/rock musician and guitar virtuoso. This is Mindmovie's first solo project and is titled "An Ocean of Dreams".

    The photo used for the album was my photograph titled "The Reach". Special effects on the cover were done by Disney/Pixar animator Jef DeCorte.

    "An Ocean of Dreams" contains 80 minutes of expressive, cinematic, mystic and guitar orientated music in best tradition of bands like Pink Floyd, Camel, David Gilmour or Joe Satriani . In addition the bonus disc offers another 11 songs and 55 minutes of best quality progressive rock, in an outstanding sound quality which will also be fun for all those music lovers who are in to high fidelity sounds.
    
    Together with his colleagues of the band Flaming Bess and guest musicians from Germany, Amerika, UK, Spain, Portugal and the Netherlands, Mindmovie delivered a real amazing and awesome production representing international production standards.

    You can check out Mindmovie's music here: http://www.myspace.com/httpwwwmyspacecommindmovie

    It's also available for download on iTunes and all major download portals.

    

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Seceret Temple" "Seceret Temple"

  • From: Sparda
  • Description:
    Hear rushing waters
    but know they don't
    touch the mirror's edge
    In a sacred forrest
    there's a seceret temple
    Shiny and True
    Some people would rather
    see her collapse into ruin
    than see her stand in the rain
    and in their confusion the people
    search for any typical destiny
    Often times a thug puts a gun
    up to the temple of the goddess
    thinking he will get a reward
    only his lies befall him
    his ears betray him
    and the temple
    swiftly kills him
    ensuring immortality
    for the faithfull
    fruitless crowds
    
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  • 4 years ago
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• Civil War Remembrance Civil War Remembrance

  • From: MarkSeanOrr
  • Description:

    The following is some information about the Indiana Infantry of which my Great Great Grandfather Abraham Runyan, who was a Fifer, and the actual text of a letter written by Abraham who served in Co. G of the 84th regiment, Indiana Infantry Volunteers. Abe was a cooper,blacksmythe, carpenter,painter and farmer before he became a soldier. He survived the war but remained ill from it's effects (a malarial type disease) until his dying day in 1892. The photograph below was taken at a re-enactment camp this year in which these brave men were honored. I love the photo and it's significance as a reminder of the terrible war of the rebellion. I think it captures the fear,apprehension and dread of what they must have certainly known would be a devastating blow to their "normal lives.

    Abraham Runyan
    Eighty-fourth Infantry Indiana
    Company G
    Musician Fifer.
    
    This regiment was organized at Richmond and was mustered in September 3, 1862. It left
    the state on the 8th for Covington, Ky., where it was assigned to the defenses against the
    threatened invasion of Kirby Smith's forces.
    
    On October 1st, it moved by rail for Point Pleasant, W. Va., and moved from there on the 13th
    for Guyandotte where it remained until November 14. It was then in the vicinity of Cassville
    and cattlesburg. Ky., until February 7, 1863, when it left Cattlesburg for Louisville, which place
    was reached on the 17th and the regiment was assigned to the 2nd Brigade, 3d divison ,
    Army of Kentucky.
    
    It was first ordered to Nashville, then to Franklin, where it remained until June 3, being
    engaged in several battles.
    It marched for Triune and was assigned to the 1st Brigade, 1st division, reserve corps,
    General Granger commanding.
    
    It was in the fight at Triune and the pursuit of Bragg, the regiment marching to Middleton,
    Shelbyville and Wartrace, remaining there until August 12.
    it moved to Estill Springs on the 20th thence to Tullahoma, Stevenso,Bridgeport and
    Chattanooga, arriving at the latter place September 13.
    
    It participated in the battle of Chickamauga, where it's division held the extreme left, on the
    first day, repeatedly repulsing desperate assaults, and on the next day materially aided
    General Thomas in saving his army from the massed assault of the enemy, losing in the two
    days 125 in killed, wounded and missing.
    
    The 84th regiment lost during service 5 Officers and 82 enlisted men killed and mortally
    wounded and 2 Officers and 145 Enlisted men by disease. Total 234.
    

    Letter written by Abraham Runyan in 1862:

    These are my wherebouts while in the survis as near as I can.
    First Covington Cantucky, next near Galoplease Ohio,
    was thare a short time.
    Then Guiendat Virginia, and after that Loisia kentucky.
    All in the year 1862.
    Then our travel was for Nashville Teenesee while traveling
    on the Steamboat I was one of the fifers I was placed on the
    top of the boat fore to Salute the littel towns and camps of
    the soldgers.  I got very wet with rain wich was much
    exposure to me.  When reaching Nashville Teenesee I was
    sick with chills and feavor and was taken to Hospital no. 25
    and was treated for chills and feavor.
    Then were at Franklen Teenesee and then back to nash ville
    teenesee.

    ~Abraham Runyan

    
    

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  • 4 years ago
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• Art Exhibit at local Historica Art Exhibit at local Historical Society Museum

  • From: MarkSeanOrr
  • Description:

    I have been invited to exhibit some of my photographs at the local Historical Society and Museum. Myself and 3 other local artsits will each get a wall in the main room of the museum to exhibit our work throughout the Holiday season. This will be my second exhibition and a special one because of my interest in the history of my county and my genealogical research. I know the work of two of the other artists...and they are way better technically than I am...but you know what they say about the company you keep...ha. I'm honored to have my work shown at the same time as theirs. I'm actually STOKED and wanted to share my news with my new friends at Ovation. I'm starting to feel like a real photographer...ha. Now I have to pick which photos to use...and figure out how to afford the matting and frames!

    Here's a pic I took of the museum which was once the home of Civil War General William Grose. It's been the home of the Historical Society Museum here since 1901. Now I will be a small part of that history.....pretty exciting.

    

     

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  • 4 years ago
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• "Road Rage Steely Dan" "Road Rage Steely Dan"

  • From: Sparda
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    " Road Rage Steely Dan"              Ryan Hyatt
                                                                     
     

    
    I flipped that dickwod off
    and headed out of town
    pretty soon
    Steely dan
    the man
    was there
    he started hollering in my head
    over and over again!
    soon my foot was lead

    
    monkey man
    monkley dan
    steely dan!
    my steel rod
    its name is tod
    and
    he gave me a nod
    a one eyed nod
    from down under
    were there's a
    hairy summer
    hahaha

    Down the freeway I flew
    in pairs of two baby
    they were hairy
    hanging out the window
    I was doin 85
    and climbing
    when the
    the cop saw me
    but saw no meds
    like the deads!
    OH SHIT!!!!
    FUCK!!
    More Money gone!!
    WHOA! Mother of PEARL!!!
    I spy witt these here
    eyes
    a fat O'l HOG!!!
    rootin around
    I rolled down my winderino
    and stuck my tounge out as I flew by
    his lights flashed
    like a pair of breasts
    on a flesh seat of mesh
    desh
    tush
    push
    push
    Oh yeah harder

    AND!!!!
    I pulled over
    and
    oink oink
    oink oink
    came waddlin up
    He looked me in the eyes
    and asked
    gawd dammmm
    "You know what speed you were goin boy?
    YEAH!!! 85.5
    I was getting ready to climb to 86!!!
    but I suddenly saw a fatass hog
    OHH about 60 feet back!!!
    God that motherfucker!!!
    was shiny!!
    said I was toungin
    a glowing bird..up the ass
    I tasted a nasty turdy mess
    his name was cop
    who was pulling me over
    I was irritated
    enough to jack off in my seat
    slurpin on my meat
    EWWWW ryan
    ur cryin?
    NOT
    really milli vanilli
    ya know?
    NO!!!!!!!
    ur insane boy!!!!!!!!!!
    lets send ya back
    for an extended stay this time!!!!
    NOOOO
    I'm ok!!!! just watch me!

    
    Monkey in my brain
    he aint no drain!!
    bad grammer?
    just crammer!!!!!!
    yeah you know what I mean!!!!!!
    so he asked
    WHAT THE FUCK?
    no lithium
    no lithium
    no lithium
    fuck lithium
    FUCK LITHIUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    BOOO lithium
    So what if ADD and Bipolar PD
    are what is driving the
    gears of genuine genius madness?
    THE silent art has bled through into
    the spoken action
    sorry if I am not
    within your faction!!!!!!!!!

    Go fuck a steed
    yeah..he's long and lean
    and thick
    Mr. Cop
    he could fill your backseat  entry cup up
    pretty quick! hardy har dar far!!!!!!!!!!!
    HEY don't fall in the tar....
    WHAT?

    END of maniacal expression

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